Cary's Women

After a single mother loses her job, she accepts a position as a live-in housekeeper for a wealthy man with an unusual requirement: she and her daughter must engage in sexual relationships with him and each other. Narrated by the daughter, this story explores mother-daughter incest, as well as heterosexual and lesbian sex. All characters are 18 or older.

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I finally got home after an hour-long bus ride. I had just attended my high school graduation with only a few friends--well, ex-friends--cheering for me. Mom couldn't get the day off and feared calling in sick would jeopardize her crummy house-cleaning job.

My name is Eliana--Elly or El to my friends--and I turned 18 four months before graduation. Though I attended a high school filled with wealthy kids, we lived in a poor part of the city. I wasn't heading to any parties that night. All I planned was to make dinner and wait for Mom.

She arrived late, as usual. Her cleaning crew worked long hours. I hugged her tightly when she walked in, her clothes reeking of cleaning supplies.

"I'm sorry I couldn't be there, Eliana. You know how it is," she said as she ate. I had already eaten and sat at the kitchen table to keep her company. I told her about the ceremony and saying goodbye to people I'd likely never see again.

"I'm so proud of you. I wish we could celebrate, but..." She trailed off, gazing at me sadly for a long moment. Then she lowered her head, and I heard her crying. I knew she felt she had failed me. I held her, kissing and stroking her hair until she stopped weeping.

"I know, Mom. We'll figure something out," I said, trying to comfort her as my mind drifted to our life a few months earlier.

For fifteen years, Mom had a great job in an upscale neighborhood. She was head housekeeper for an elderly woman, and we lived in her large house rent-free. Mom managed the maids, cook, and outdoor staff, paid bills, arranged repairs, and handled everything for the house and cars. With free rent, food, and medical care, plus use of a car, Mom could afford to send me to a good school with hopes for a better life than she had. We didn't save much, but she figured if she got me through college, we'd be okay.

That life collapsed when the woman died suddenly. We stayed in the house a few months longer but eventually had to leave. Mom searched for a job matching her skills but found nothing. When the money ran out, she took a low-paying job cleaning houses. She earned more than some coworkers because she spoke both Spanish and English, was a citizen, and had a driver's license, but it still wasn't enough.

I had three months of high school left when we moved from the big house to a cheap apartment across the city. Tuition was already paid, so I endured the hour-long bus ride to school daily.

I was pretty, and though we'd never been rich, my looks and personality kept me on the fringes of the popular crowd. That changed when we moved, with no car or money for clothes or socializing. My old friends drifted away, leaving just Mom and me.

I'd been accepted to a great local college, but now we couldn't see how to pay for it. We barely covered food, rent, and bus fare, let alone tuition, fees, and books. I planned to start job hunting the next week.

After eating, Mom showered and emerged from the bathroom naked. In the big house, we'd had separate bedrooms and bathrooms, rarely showing much skin. Now, casual nudity was the norm. The apartment had no air conditioning, and we wore little to bed--usually just panties, sometimes nothing.

We shared a narrow bed, and we often ended up pressed together at night. The cramped setup could have been a problem, but I grew to enjoy it. The feel of Mom's breasts pressed against me was comforting.

Sometimes I'd wake to find Mom's hand cupping my breast as she spooned me. Other times, it rested on my thigh or draped over me, cupping my mound. I didn't mind her touching me like that--I liked it. It felt a little sexy, despite being Mom. It made me feel close to her.

After a while, I started holding Mom's breasts as we slept, loving their soft flesh and firm nipples. Once, after an erotic dream, I reached around her sleeping body and touched her vagina, lightly sliding my finger up her slit. It excited me, but I only did it that once.

Mom was sexy. At 37, she was beautiful. Born in Mexico, she became a citizen when she married Dad, who left when I was little. She was tall and slender, with D-cup breasts, olive skin, and dark brown hair and eyes, reflecting her Mexican heritage.

She dated occasionally while at the big house but never connected with anyone. When the old woman died, there was no man to rely on. Her looks didn't help secure a good job, and without a high school diploma, her options were slim.

I looked good too--tall like Mom, with full C-cup breasts. Unlike her, I had fair skin and blond hair, from Dad, and brown eyes from Mom. Still, my looks couldn't fix our situation.

I soon found a retail job at a mall, a half-hour bus ride away. The pay wasn't great, but it helped. We explored financial aid for college, but it would be tough.

Six weeks later, little had changed. I would face massive loans to attend college while still living in that dump. But it was a start--maybe something would turn up.

Then Mom got robbed two blocks away from the apartment one night while walking home. She was nearly raped, but a passing police car scared the attackers off. The thugs were young and got little money, but the incident shook us both.

A couple of weeks after the robbery, Mom crawled into bed, naked as usual. "We need to talk about something, Eliana. It might change everything."

"Uh-huh, what?"

"Well..." she began, clearly nervous. "You know I've been trying to get a housekeeper job?"

"Yeah..."

"I applied at an agency my friend Matty told me about. They have the perfect job--live-in housekeeper in a great part of town for a rich guy. They sent him my info, and he wants to meet me to see if he likes me."

"That sounds great, Mom. Are you going to do it?"

"That's the thing. I'm not sure, mainly because I don't know how you'll feel."

"Why not? It sounds great to me."

"Yes, but there's more. When I went there to apply, they needed a bikini photo to show my body. I didn't have one, so they asked to take a picture of me right there in my bra and panties. I agreed."

"Wait, Mom, why the picture?"

"I didn't understand either, but I found out. I'd manage his house like before, but I'd also have to let him have sex with me whenever he wants."

I couldn't believe it. "That's crazy, Mom. Is that even legal?"

"I don't know, but my friend knew about this agency. They specialize in live-in housekeepers and maids who are attractive, and willing to put out as part of the job."

"But Mom, that sounds humiliating," I said.

"Not as humiliating as cleaning toilets, living in a dump, with no money and no way to send you to college. If the guy's nice, why not? It's not forever."

"And you're sure it's not trafficking? It sounds like a scam."

"I'm pretty sure it's not. My friend knows a woman doing this, and it's working out fine."

Finally, I said, "Okay, maybe, for a while. But... what about me? Where would I live?"

"You could get a place near college. I'd earn enough so you wouldn't have to work."

"But Mom, I want to live with you. I can't stand the thought of you alone in some guy's house as a sex worker."

"I know, cariña, and I'd hate not seeing you every day. But I'll do it if it means escaping this neighborhood and paying for your school."

Almost pleading, I asked, "Isn't there a way I could live with you? Share your room?"

She looked into my eyes for a long moment, then said, "I asked, and they told me to send your photo. I sent them a photo of you in your white bikini. He'll let you stay with me, and you wouldn't work there--just attend school. He'd even pay part of your tuition. But when you're in his house, he gets to have sex with you too."

I stared, stunned, imagining myself as a sex worker. Then I thought of our apartment, Mom's near-rape, and huge school loans. Right then, I decided I'd try it.

"Okay, Mom, I guess. Unless the guy's gross..."

"The agency says he's not gross. But there's one more thing, and you might not want to do it when I tell you."

I listened, waiting. I couldn't imagine what else there could be.

"The other part is that you and I would have to make love to each other while he watches."

She stopped, watching for my reaction. I lay beside her, nearly naked, and amidst my confusion, I was getting aroused.

Since sharing the bed, I'd fantasized about sex with her--brief glimpses of us touching and kissing each other's bodies all over, and playing with each other. The fantasies grew intense as I lay next to her. I'd already touched her a little, but in my mind, I pictured sucking her breasts and caressing her mound. I wanted more of her.

I looked at her and said, "I think I could do it, Mom--have sex with you and him. I just want to be with you."

She looked surprised and doubtful. She knew I was inexperienced. I wasn't a virgin, but my only intercourse was a drunken party hookup I barely remembered, followed by a sore pussy and a rush with Mom to the drugstore for Plan B. My experience with girls was just some kissing and little touching.

"Are you sure, cariña? We get one shot at this. You can't back out once we're in his bedroom."

"I think so, Mommy."

She studied me for a long time, then said, "Okay, let's see." She lowered the blankets, exposing us both.

"Take your panties off, cariña," she said.

"Huh?"

"Go ahead. Slip them off," she said gently.

I slid them off quickly, asking, "What are we doing, Mom?"

"We're testing if you can handle this--having sex with me. We're going to have girl-sex now. Okay? You can tell me to stop anytime."

I smiled uncertainly and nodded. "Okay," I said.

She didn't know I was thrilled, and totally aroused. We lay back and looked at each other. Then she took me in her arms and kissed me--first lightly, then with her mouth open, our tongues touching.

When we broke the kiss, she asked, "Is this okay? Want to keep going?"

"Oh yes, Mom, kiss me again."

We kissed again, and her hand caressed my breast tenderly before lightly pulling my nipple. I reached around to squeeze her bottom, pulling her closer. I felt her passion grow in her kiss, matching mine.

"Do you want to touch me, you know, between my legs?" she whispered.

"Oh yes, please."

We kissed again, then pulled apart slightly so I could reach down to touch her. Her wet heat overwhelmed me as my fingers slipped inside her.

"Ooo, Mom, this is so amazing. I love touching you. Do me."

She reached down and slid two fingers into me, stroking in and out. Our lips locked, and I wanted to devour her as we fingered each other, growing hotter.

"I want to kiss you down there, Eliana, okay?"

I nodded, knowing what was coming. She moved between my legs and kissed me, making me shiver. Then she licked me all over while her fingers played inside me, making me hotter and wetter. I loved this and I loved her. The pleasure she gave me finally peaked and washed over me.

Afterward, she said, "Now do me like I did you."

She lay back, and my lips and tongue went straight for her mound. "Oh, my baby, that's it," she said. "Perfect. You're making Mommy feel so good."

I loved her taste and scent. She was so sexy, and I wanted her so much. I wished I had a cock to thrust into her, but this felt incredible.

She breathed fast as I loved her with my mouth while my fingers worked inside her. She ground her mound into my face, seeking more. Then she let go an ecstatic cry, shaking under me.

After our orgasms, we lay back and looked at each other. "You seemed to enjoy that a lot," she said.

"Yeah, I did. Even if we don't get this job, I want to keep doing this, okay?"

"Oh yes, cariña, it was wonderful."

"Mom, can I ask something?"

"Sure, anything."

"Have you had sex with girls or women before?"

She looked thoughtful. "Yes, a few years after your dad left, I had a long affair with a girlfriend, Sandra. Maybe you remember her."

"I don't," I said.

"You were four or five when it started, and she rarely came to the house. She was a wonderful lover--my first lesbian one."

"Were there others, Mom?"

"Here and there, yes. We can talk about that later. Right now, it's about you and me."

I nodded, absorbing this new info, then refocused on sex. I kissed her and asked, "Can I touch your bottom, you know your hole?"

"Of course, hija. If we're doing this, my body is yours, and yours is mine."

That thrilled me--I wanted to touch her everywhere. I reached around, found her hole, and lightly stroked it. I tried putting my finger inside her, but it was too dry. I reached between my legs, where I was wet, and coated my fingers. Then pushed one wet finger about an inch into her anus.

"That's nice, Eliana." She did the same for me, pushing her finger in deep and moving it in and out. It felt heavenly.

I was aroused again and ached for her. Still fingering her rear, I threw my leg over hers and ground my mound into her thigh. We moved together--slowly at first, then faster--rubbing against each other.

I slipped my hand between us to rub her clit while she did mine. "Oh, Mom, that's so good. Oh, oh," I gasped..

I sucked her nipple like a baby while our groins rubbed together. After a while we switched, so that she took my nipple in her mouth, sucking and licking. I held her head to my chest. We kept finding new places to touch and kiss.

Then we moved so we could lick each other's clits. Sensations intensified with every touch, and waves of pleasure pulsed through my body. I started to shake as the waves moved through me.

We were one, sharing love-fueled passion. Our climaxes seemed endless until finally we stopped and lay there, gazing at each other in silence.

Then we slept. When I woke, Mom was asleep on her back, breasts rising and falling. I laid my head on her chest, sucked a dark nipple, and kneaded her breast as I fell back asleep.

***

In the morning, Mom set an appointment for the next day with a 35-year-old tech multimillionaire who worked from home. He lived in a large, hacienda-style house at the city's edge.

"We need to clean up before we go," Mom said. "We're both kind of hairy."

I nodded; we were. At the big house, we'd sometimes gotten full-body hair removal--legs, pits, pussy, and ass. After losing her job, we couldn't afford it. Mom had just enough for a home waxing kit, and we spent the afternoon painfully grooming each other, taking breaks for more lesbian play.

The next morning, we took an Uber to the house. A young Latina woman answered the door.

"We're here to see Mr. Andrews," Mom said. "I'm Mila Campos, and this is my daughter, Eliana."

"Sí, señora. Cary--Mr. Andrews--is on the patio."

She led us through a long hallway to a patio and pool area.

"Here are Mila Campos and her daughter Eliana, Señor Cary," the woman said.

Cary, a nice-looking man, smiled broadly and kissed us both on the cheek. "Mila, Eliana, hi, sit down."

He gestured to chairs around a covered patio table, and we sat. After chatting, he said, "So, you were a housekeeper for fifteen years. How big was the house? How many staff?"

"Seven bedrooms, eight baths, a live-in cook, two maids, plus me and Eliana. Gardeners and cleaning women didn't live in," Mom replied.

"And you managed everything--staff, bills, plumbers, electricians, all that?" he asked.

"Yes, all of it."

"And you, Eliana--can I call you Elly?"

"All my friends call me Elly or El, so whichever you like."

"I think Elly suits you," he said, smiling.

"So, Elly, you'd be going to college while here. What do you plan to study?"

"I'm not sure," I replied. "I applied for engineering and will start there, but I'll decide the type after some courses."

"Smart girl. Don't rush it. Let it come to you."

He continued, "I've checked your references and experience--they're good. So, the only thing left is the other part of your work."

Mom nodded slightly. I sat silently, unsure what to say.

"So," he went on, "you both have to be available to me for sex, anytime, anywhere. Nothing kinky--just normal sex, including anal, and you two having sex with each other." He spoke quickly, nervous, trying to sound calm and cool, but I could tell he wasn't.

"Have you ever had sex with each other?" he asked.

Mom smiled and nodded. Embarrassed, I nodded and smiled too.

"So, you like it?"

Mom took my hand, kissed it, and smiled at me. "Wouldn't you like to make love to a beautiful girl like my daughter?"

"I see, yes," he said, a bit awkward but smiling. He seemed to like us. I thought he found us both attractive, though I lacked experience with guys.

"And you both like men, I mean to sleep with?" he asked.

"Yes, we do. But Eliana's only 18 and has little experience with men," Mom said.

He nodded, then switched topics, discussing Mom's regular duties. My only job, aside from sex with them, was school and helping Mom with small tasks if I had time.

"Here, things are simple," he said. "I have two maids who come daily for a few hours, a cook who shops afternoons and prepares dinner, plus food for breakfast and lunch left in the fridge. A gardener comes daily for a few hours too. Carmen, who you just met, lives here and does small tasks, like errands. You'd manage all this, plus bills, repairs, and anything else for the house or cars."

Mom nodded--this was well within her experience.

After outlining the duties, he asked, "What do you think so far?"

Mom looked at me, and I nodded back. "It seems fine, Cary--everything," she said. I nodded nervously too.

"Okay then... uh... want a tour?" Cary asked.

"That'd be nice," Mom replied calmly. She seemed the only one not nervous.

In my mind, we'd taken a step forward, and I pictured this man inside me. I didn't mind the idea then. I figured might have to act a bit and pretend to enjoy it, but maybe I wouldn't--maybe it'd be fun. I knew I could handle it with Mom there. Then I thought of living in this beautiful place, having money for school. He seemed nice--shy but gentle. Maybe I'd like what he did with me, or to me.

The house was stunning, as was the room I'd share with Mom.

Back on the patio, he asked us to stay for lunch--a good sign.

"Before we eat, though... uh... I need you to do something," he said. "Undress and give me a blowjob." He watched, half-expecting us to refuse and leave.

We weren't shocked. The agency had warned us he'd want to try us out.

"Is this okay with you?" Mom asked me. "We can leave now if you want."

I smiled weakly. "I guess it's okay."

"We'll do it," Mom told Cary.

"Wow, great. Can you undress each other?" he asked shyly.

We stood. I unzipped Mom's dress, pulled it over her head, and undid her bra. Cary smiled as her heavy breasts appeared. I eased her pantyhose down, and she kicked them off. Then I pulled down her thong, and she stepped out of it.

As I watched, Cary--eyes fixed on Mom--undid his pants, pulled them down, and stroked his long, smooth cock.

Mom turned to me, unzipped my dress, pulled it off, and removed my bra.

"Let's make a show," she whispered.

I didn't get it until she cradled my breast, sucked my nipple, and twisted the other.

"Oh, Mom, that feels good," I said honestly.

Catching on, I squeezed the cheeks of her bottom, ran a finger up her crack, wet it, and shoved it deep into her butt, wiggling it before pulling it out and sucking it.

Cary got excited--this was what he wanted. Confident now, I relaxed and enjoyed Mom's body.

After my hose and panties were off, she bent down, kissed my waxed mound, and ran her tongue up my slit, ensuring Cary saw. She licked and sucked me for a couple of minutes, slipping a finger inside.

"Oh, Mom, that's so good. Mmmm..." I was wet now, forgetting Cary as she licked me noisily.

Then she stood, hugged me, and kissed me softly. We looked at Cary, now naked, his long, hard cock in his fist.

"That was beautiful," he said. "Now show me what you can do with your mouths."

He sat on a low chair, legs spread, his seven-inch cock erect. Mom knelt between his legs and gripped his shaft. "Watch what I do, baby," she said.

I knelt beside her. "Yes, Mommy," I said in a small, nervous voice. I had little experience and didn't want to mess up. I watched as she tongued the underside from balls to tip. It turned me on, and I started fingering myself without realizing it.

She offered his dick to me, and I licked it thoroughly like she had. "Suck his balls while I suck his dick," she said. I took his balls in my hand, weighed them, kissed one, then the other, and sucked one into my mouth, twirling my tongue, then repeated with the other.

"Is this okay, Cary?" I asked, looking up. He smiled and nodded. Encouraged, I kept sucking and licking.

Cary moaned as Mom throated his dick and I fondled and sucked his balls. After five minutes, I took over sucking him while Mom worked his balls and thighs. This went on another five minutes.

Mom looked up. "Hungry for Mommy's breast, Cary? Want Mamacita to feed you?"

"Oh yes, feed me. Let me suck your big mommy tits."

"Keep sucking Cary's cock and massaging his balls," Mom whispered to me.

I nodded, loving his shaft with my mouth and caressing his balls, taking it deeper until I gagged. Mom stood over Cary and offered her nipple, which he sucked eagerly.

Ten minutes later, Cary couldn't hold it and shot cum into my mouth. Mom had told me to swallow, and I did.

We went quiet. Mom gave him a long kiss, and I stood and kissed him too.

"Mind if Eliana and I make love?" Mom asked. "Your beautiful cock made me horny. You, Eliana?"

"Oh, God yes," I said, glancing at Cary.

He nodded and smiled as we moved to a nearby outdoor sofa. Sitting together, we embraced and kissed, reaching for each other's breasts. Our tongues danced as our hands roamed.

"Oh Mommy, I'm so hot... my pussy's dripping. Lick me."

I sat back, legs spread. Mom took a pillow, knelt on it before me, kissed around my mound, then dipped her tongue into my hole, slurping softly. I looked at Cary, stroking his hardening shaft as he watched.

"Come sit next to me, Cary. Please?"

He moved beside me. I took his cock in my hand, stroking gently as it grew fully erect. He leaned over, kissed me, then sucked a nipple tenderly while caressing one breast, then the other.

Being loved by two people at once was intense. My first real sex had been with Mom two days ago. I struggled to process these sensations, but I loved them.

"Cary, Mom, that feels so good," I moaned.

I stroked his dick faster, moaning in his ear. I wanted to taste his cum again, to keep this fire alive.

Mom had two fingers inside me, her mouth on my clit. My pussy was hot, wet, and ready to explode.

"Want to put it in me?" Mom asked Cary.

He nodded, grabbed a pillow, and knelt behind her, cock rigid. He gripped her hips and plunged into her from behind.

"Dios mío," she cried. "Qué rico, qué rico."

She worked harder on my pussy as Cary fucked her rapidly. I loved watching him, sweat glistening on his body. Soon, I was coming in her mouth.

She didn't stop. I heard her moaning into my pussy as Cary pounded her. Each thrust pushed her face into me, sending pleasure bursts. I would climax again soon.

"God, I love this pussy," Cary cried.

Mom started to orgasm, finger-fucking me frantically. My second climax hit, and I sprayed into her mouth.

Seeing us, Cary unloaded into Mom, his cum dripping out.

We sat silently for minutes. "That was wonderful," he said. "You have the job."

Mom, holding his tired cock, smiled weakly. "When should we start?"

"You already did. Now, let's eat. Maria made something yesterday--it's in the fridge. Elly, can you get it while your mom and I finalize things?"

"Okay," I said, reaching for my clothes.

"Uh, can you stay naked?" he asked.

I looked at him, unsure, then nodded.

"Aprons are on the kitchen wall. Put one on--you'll look hot," he said.

"Alright. Can I wear my heels?"

"Of course--even hotter."

I slipped on my heels and walked self-consciously to the kitchen. In there I found Carmen, flushed and embarrassed. She was standing by a window that looked onto the patio where we had been sitting.

"Were you watching us?"

"Sí," she said, blushing. "I came in and looked out. There you were, naked. I'm sorry, I had to watch. Cary said you'd probably... do things, and that he wouldn't mind if I watched."

"That's okay," I said, smiling but embarrassed. "You'll see a lot of that now. Cary just hired us."

"Oh," she replied, glancing at my nude body. "You're both very beautiful."

"Uh, so are you." She was pretty but petite--maybe five-two, compared to my five-eight and Mom's five-nine.

"I think Cary likes tall women with, you know, big boobs."

"Maybe," I said, still naked. "I'm looking for an apron."

She pointed to the wall. I picked one--it half-covered my breasts and fell just below my pussy. Yes, I looked sexy.

"Okay, Carmen, I need to take food out. See you later."

She smiled and watched as I got salad greens and proteins from the fridge. I carried them to the patio. Seeing me in just an apron and heels made Cary and Mom grin. I made more trips for plates, glasses, and wine, wiggling my bare ass to tease Cary each time I left.

I felt a bit like a whore, but not in a bad way. I liked Cary and looked forward to being with him.

After lunch, Mom said we should return to our apartment for our things.

"Don't bother," Cary said. "Call a mover to pack it up." He handed us a bunch of prepaid gifts cards. "You each get a three-thousand-dollar signing bonus for clothes and whatever else. Ask Carmen for the car keys. Be back by six--I have work to do now."

Still naked, he smiled, kissed us both, and went inside.

By just after five, we were back in our room, exhausted, unpacking--regular clothes, slutty outfits, lingerie, makeup, and perfume.

As we unpacked, Carmen came to the door. "Señor Cary asked me to show you something. Follow me?"

Mom nodded, and we followed her down the hall. She opened a door, flipped on the light, and giggled. "Señor Cary says take whatever you want."

It was a sex toy room--shelves and drawers with dildos, butt plugs, leather underwear, strap-ons, life-sized dolls (male, female, and t-girl), and videos. Like he'd ordered two of everything from a sex shop. We browsed in awe.

Turning to Carmen, still giggling, I asked, "Does he let you take stuff?"

"Sí, yes, I have some," she said, embarrassed.

Eyeing two small, pretty butt plugs, Mom said, "We should wear these. Cary might want anal--we should be ready." She grabbed enema tubes. "Also for anal."

I'd seen porn and knew why. I thought resignedly, "This is what we signed up for."

Carmen watched, then pointed to a long black vibrator. "I have one of these." She opened a drawer of batteries. "You'll need lots of these."

"Good idea," I said, grabbing one, and a handful of batteries.

Mom picked a pink strap-on. "We might have fun with this."

We returned to our room, undressed, and went to the bathroom for enemas and a shower. Mom had done enemas before for anal-loving guys. It wasn't bad. I bent over, and she squirted liquid into my ass--it felt kinda sexy. Then I did her. We showered together, fingering each other's asses to ensure they were clean.

Fingering Mom's butthole got me horny. Back in the bedroom, I asked, "Can I lick your rosebud, Mom?"

She smiled. "Of course, baby."

She got on the bed, head down, ass up. I crawled behind, spread her cheeks, and saw her small, dark rosebud up close for the first time. I wet my finger and pushed on it a little. Even after shower play, it was tight--I couldn't imagine Cary's big dick fitting. But I'd seen porn where huge ones fit inside tiny girls.

I licked it. It tasted different but not bad. I hardened my tongue and pushed it in slightly.

"Mmmm, baby, that's nice. More--use lube."

I lubed her rosebud and my finger, pushing in fully. Mom purred. I slid another finger into her wet pussy, fucking both holes. She moaned. I pulled the finger from her butt and tasted it--clean, I thought, glad we'd prepped. I wet two fingers and pushed them deep into her ass, fucking hard.

A soft knock. "Señor Cary says ten minutes," Carmen called.

"Alright," I replied.

I withCary my fingers, and Mom groaned in protest. "We'd better dress," I said.

"We'll finish later," she said, pointing to the butt plugs. "Let's wear these--loosen up in case he wants anal tonight."

She bent me over, spread my cheeks, kissed my pink asshole, lubed it, and inserted the plug. It hurt a bit going in, though it wasn't big. "I'll get used to it," I thought.

Mom took hers easily.

We dressed in slutwear--Mom in a low-cut black dress, her dark areolas peeking out; me in a sheer top, no bra, and a miniskirt.

Cary waited in the dining room, wine in one hand, iPhone in the other. His eyes lit up when he saw us, grinning like a lottery winner.

We walked over. He kissed me first, squeezing my ass. "Hello, Elly, I hope you'll be happy here."

"I think I will," I replied. "I am so far."

He kissed Mom, pulled her dress down to reveal her nipples, and kissed each while she gripped his semi-hard cock through his pants. "Mila, I'm so glad you're here."

She looked at him, her worries of recent months giving way to hope. "So am I, Cary. I hope Eliana and I can make you happy."

She stroked his shaft a few times, then kissed him. "Time to eat," she said.

Cary nodded and sat. Mom refilled his wine and started to pull up her top.

"No, don't," I said, stopping her. "Your nips are beautiful--leave them out." I kissed her right nipple. She smiled, adjusted her dress, and said, "They'll be out again soon."

Maria, the cook, who we had not yet met, had left, and Carmen was heating food and bringing it in. While she was in the kitchen, Cary said, "I guess you're wondering about Carmen. She's 20, and she has no sex agreement with me, but I warned her she'd see things. She's cute, isn't she?"

"Yes," Mom and I said together. I wondered what it'd be like to sleep with her, feeling a bit disloyal to Mom. Then I pictured all three of us--Mom, me, and Carmen--and thought that'd be nice.

Cary had asked her to join us, and she'd changed into a tight, low-cut dress that outlined her small breasts and prominent nipples.

The food was simple but tasty, the wine spectacular--I didn't want to guess its cost.

"So, Carmen, you're not from here, are you?" I asked.

"No, Eliana, I'm from Mexico."

"Didn't you catch the accent?" Mom asked. "It's like mine. Mexico City, right, cariña?"

"Sí, Mila. I came here with my parents at thirteen."

Cary and I listened as they reminisced about places they knew back home. I was used to my mother's accent, but it sounded different coming from someone.

The meal continued with Cary explaining his job. I followed better than the others, but not by much.

After dinner and coffee, Cary said to Carmen, "The girls and I are going to have sex now. You can stay if you want, but you don't have to."

"Can I get my vibrator?" she asked.

"Of course," he replied. "Do we get to watch you play?"

"I guess so," she said, a bit embarrassed.

Carmen left to get her toy, leaving the dishes on the table.

Cary stood, raised Mom from her chair, kissed her, and said, "Make me hard."

She knelt, unzipped his pants, and took his shaft in her mouth. I went to him, kissed him, and asked, "Can I undress you?"

He nodded and I started with his shirt, then pants and finally shorts. He was already barefoot. Mom kept sucking and stroking his long, hard cock the whole time.

I pulled Mom up to strip her as Cary stroked himself and watched. Carmen returned with her black toy and sat, watching. We smiled to welcome her.

I undressed myself next, then stroked Cary's ass and kissed him as Mom fellated him. Cary was now holding her head and pulling her to him as he fucked her mouth.

Cary turned to Carmen. "There's lube in the bathroom. Can you get it, hon?"

I glanced at her--her dress was pulled up to just below her breasts, revealing neat thighs, a trimmed pussy, and a perfect heart-shaped ass. No panties. Holding her dress up, she hurried to the bathroom and returned with the lube.

"I'm going to take your ass now," Cary said to Mom. "Okay?"

"Of course," she replied sweetly. "We're here for your pleasure."

Cary smiled, turned her around, and bent her over the table. He grinned at the butt plug peeking out from between her cheeks. He pulled it out and examined it, then pushed it back in and pumped it a few times, drawing a soft moan from her.

He removed it again, looked at me, and said, "Come here."

I stood beside him. Without a word, he pressed the plug to my lips. I took it in my mouth--earthy but not unpleasant, since it was Mom's. I sucked it, smiling at him. Cary bent and licked her slightly gaping rosebud.

Carmen watched, mouth open, her hand rubbing her pussy slowly. Carmen couldn't look away as Cary lubed Mom's butt, took out his hard cock, and slid it into her widening hole.

He started with slow, short strokes, while stroking Mom's bottom. She grunted softly with each thrust, face down on the table, clearly uncomfortable at first, and I was concerned for her. But soon her face relaxed, with grunts turning to moans. She smiled at me and I knew she was okay.

No longer worried, I got aroused. I glanced at Carmen, her eyes locked on Cary's cock pounding Mom's ass, her toy deep inside her, breathing fast.

I smiled at her; she smiled back. I squatted beside Cary, my face inches from his penis, and I pumped my dripping pussy with my fingers.

Seeing me, Cary pulled out and shoved his cock in my face. "Suck it!"

I obeyed, tasting Mom's ass musk on his shaft. He shoved it back into her, pumping hard as I tongued his rod and massaged his balls.

"Oh, you sweet girls," he said. "This feels so good. Pull my balls, Elly."

I tugged gently as he buried himself in Mom's ass. Carmen rubbed herself furiously, while the toy was deep inside.

"The butt plug," Cary said. "Stick it in me. Fuck me with it."

I took Mom's plug, dipped it in my pussy for lubrication, and pushed it into Cary's ass. It slid in easily. I fucked him with it and he grunted with pleasure, while working his dick in Mom.

He moaned, eyes shut--I sensed he was close. I fucked him harder with the plug as his moans grew louder.

"Oh yes, I'm coming," Mom cried. "Ohhhh yes." Her body bucked under him.

That pushed him over the edge, and he exploded into her. "Oh, fuck!" Cum coated his cock, and dripped to the floor while he continued driving into her.

He pulled out. "Suck it," he said to me.

I did, tasting his cum and Mom's ass, then licked the cum dripping from her butt. Then I sat back on the floor. I'd orgasmed sometime while he did Mom, leaving it wet beneath me.

Carmen sat on a chair, legs spread, hand over her pussy, looking dazed.

I helped Mom into a chair. She kissed me, then Cary, smiling as she downed a glass of wine in one gulp.

"You girls are incredible," Cary said. "I'm so glad you're here. Leave this mess until morning--you've earned a rest."

Then he moved to go, saying, "Sorry, I have to leave you. I'll be working all night. A Japan issue came up just before dinner that I need to fix."

It was about 9 p. m. We left everything for the cleaning ladies, said goodnight to Carmen, and returned to our room. Exhausted but wired, we decided a bath in our big spa tub would help us relax.

As I looked at Mom sitting opposite me in the tub, I kept flashing back to Cary's cock in her butt. "What was it like, Mom, having that fat thing in your bottom? You seemed to enjoy it."

"Not at first--it hurt. I haven't had a real dick there in years."

"Did Dad used to do it to you there?"

"Sure, your dad and a few men since. I didn't become a nun when he left, you know."

I wondered about this. I didn't recall much about the men and women Mom dated, since she rarely brought them to the big house.

"So, some men got in your back door. What about women? You picked a pink strap-on from the toy room--did you use that with women?"

"Sure, mostly for pussy. But a few girlfriends wanted anal, so I let them have me there."

"Is it different with a real cock than a toy?"

She thought for a moment. "Yeah, I guess. I don't really remember. You'll have to let me use the strap-on in your butt, then let Cary do you, and decide for yourself."

"Can you do me in the ass tonight? I've had toys in my kitty, but never my butt, except the plug."

"Tonight? Aren't you too tired?"

"Well, yeah, tired, but too wired to sleep. I want to feel you in me back there."

Mom nodded. "Okay," she said, looking excited.

We got out of the tub, dried each other off, and headed to the big bed. Mom set the strap-on and lube on the nightstand, and we fell onto the bed, kissing.

"You seem aroused, hon," she said. "I guess getting yourself off at dinner wasn't enough."

"Not nearly. Watching him do you really turned me on, and getting myself off wasn't enough. I need your body."

She smiled and kissed me. "Oh, Eliana, mi amor."

We kissed and played until our bodies burned with desire. What happened at dinner felt like just a warm-up for this.

I was so aroused that I could only say, "Make love to me, Momma. Make love to your little girl's butt. I want you in me."

She smiled. "Lie on your back, mi amor. I want your pussy first."

Eager, I lay back with my legs spread as she knelt between them. The strap-on had two heads--a short one for her, a longer one for me. I was wet, and she entered me easily, then started doing me slowly.

I held her close, kissing her. "Oh, Mommy, this is so good. I love your big cock inside me."

"Baby, my sweet baby, I love making love to you."

We moved together tenderly, giving each other exquisite pleasure.

After working in my muffin until my juices flowed freely, she said, "I need your bottom now, cariña. Can I have it?"

"Oh yes, Momma. It's yours."

She guided me to my hands and knees, and I presented my butt to her as she knelt behind me. She stroked and kissed it. "So beautiful, so perfect."

She spread my cheeks, licked my pucker until I relaxed, then slid two lubed fingers inside me, coating everything. She moved them in and out--it felt so good. I could feel myself opening up to her.

She withCary her fingers. "Okay, I'm going to put it in now. Are you ready for me?"

"Yes, Mommy, I'm ready. I want you inside me."

"Just relax and let it happen," she whispered, bending over to kiss my neck.

"Okay, Momma." I tried to stay relaxed but tensed as the cocktip pressed against my opening. "Relax, relax," I told myself. "It's Mom--she'll make sure I'm all right."

It felt huge, and it hurt, but I kept trying to relax. Pressure built, then more pressure, and it hurt. With a final push--"Pop!"--the head passed my sphincter. It was still painful, but easier from there. I groaned with both pain and relief as it slid into me.

"You okay, baby? Should I stop?"

"I'm good, Mom. Keep going--all the way."

It went deeper, and I felt joy in letting it happen, trusting Mom with my body. Then I felt the base of the toy press against my bottom, and I knew she was fully inside me. I had done it.

She drew back a little and thrust forward, again and again, fucking me slowly. I relaxed fully, my cheek resting on the pillow. The pain faded to pleasure. Soon, she pumped me easily as I rubbed my clit. She moaned, and I joined her. The mix of pain and pleasure drove me toward a climax.

We changed positions and she spooned me, her fingers working my clit. I was passive, letting her do as she pleased. I drifted in a haze of pleasure, soaking it in. Somewhere in there, I climaxed--maybe twice. All I knew was that at some point, Mom stopped moving and pulled out.

I whispered, "That was incredible, Mom, just incredible."

"Yes, it was, mi amor."

We had just enough energy to pull up the covers and cuddle before we both fell asleep. It had been an unbelievable day.

***

We didn't see Cary for a few days. When we got up the next morning, he was gone. When he returned, he looked exhausted, went straight to his bedroom, and crashed. At 10:30 the next morning, I got a text: "SOS morning wood."

I smiled, guessing what he meant. Mom was out on an errand, so I texted her for advice. She replied that I'd have to handle it alone since he'd texted only me. "You don't have much experience, but be enthusiastic--you'll do great."

I walked to his bedroom and knocked. He said to come in. I sat on his bed as he typed on his phone, half under the covers, bare chest exposed. His body was no secret, but while he focused on his phone, I studied him--kinda handsome: short brown hair, interesting brown eyes, decent nose, not too hairy, tall, and slender but wiry. He looked indoorsy. I thought of his long, thick penis, and my pussy warmed. Was I ready for him inside me?

He finished and looked at me. I smiled shyly, nervous. "Hi, Cary. I guess you have a problem I need to fix?"

"Yeah, I do. Join me." He pulled back the covers. I wore a tank top, no bra, shorts, a thong, and sandals. I stripped naked in under a minute and climbed in.

He lay on his side, facing me. "You're so beautiful."

I blushed. "Thanks."

"How many men have you been with?"

"Other than you, none that I remember, but I'm not a virgin." I told him about the drunken party sex I couldn't recall.

"So, you don't know much about sex."

"With women, I know some stuff, but not men. I'll do whatever you want, though."

"That works for me." He kissed me. I opened my mouth, our tongues touching. After a while, he broke off, gazing at my face. "So beautiful," he whispered. My heart fluttered. I pulled him back to kiss again. I felt his hard shaft and wondered when he'd enter me. "Not too soon--I want more kissing," I thought.

His hand cupped my mound--bigger, rougher than Mom's, different but nice. I was excited and wet. His fingers explored, likely sensing I was ready. But I still wanted to kiss. He smiled into my eyes.

"I'm going to suck your gorgeous tits now." I nodded, reluctantly letting go. He raised up to look at my breasts. "Your tits are perfect." He stroked my vagina, and I shivered. He sucked a nipple, circling it with his tongue. "Your nipple's so hard, Elly. It tastes so good--you smell so good."

I loved this. "Is this what sex with a man is like?" I wondered. "I want him."

He kept sucking, almost worshipping my breasts, stroking my pussy and driving me wild.

"I'm going to put it in you now, virgin girl. Ready?"

"Oh yes, Cary. Please, now. My body's yours."

He knelt between my thighs, and I watched as he prepared to enter me. His dick was beautiful--long, thick, hairless. My pussy dripped, ready.

I smiled. "Do it."

He entered slowly, my pussy lips parting. My eyes widened as his shaft disappeared inside me. I pulled him down to kiss me, and as we kissed, he fucked me--slowly, then faster. We broke the kiss, and I watched his lean muscles ripple as he took me.

"Your pussy's like heaven," he whispered.

His words felt amazing--I'd do anything for him. "Take me, Cary. Make me yours--your whore. Oh yes, fuck me."

My body burned. I grabbed my breasts, pulling my nipples, and whimpered as an orgasm hit.

He turned me onto my knees and entered from behind. I missed seeing him but loved how deep he went, hitting all my spots. My climax had faded, and I wanted it back. I rubbed my clit as he drilled me, chasing another. Faster, I rubbed.

A second orgasm rushed through me, and I collapsed flat. He followed me down, fucking hard until he shouted, "Oh fuuuuck," as he pulsed deep inside me.

He crawled off, panting on his back. I didn't move, happy with his cum dripping out. Finally, I faced him.

"I guess I'm not a virgin anymore."

"No, I guess not."

I looked at him, hoping we'd lie there and maybe sleep in each other's arms. But soon, he grew restless, grabbed his phone, and started scrolling and typing. I watched, liking him but disappointed he'd checked out so soon after doing me.

"Want coffee?" I asked.

"Yes, coffee and a toasted bagel with cream cheese."

I got up, grabbed my clothes, and walked out naked, dripping cum--it felt sexy. After getting his food, still naked, I returned to my room and called Mom to tell her about my first man.

Morning sex with Cary became our routine. Sometimes he wanted Mom, sometimes me, and sometimes both of us. Sometimes he just watched us while sipping coffee and getting himself off.

Mom said I should make sure I was clean and ready for anal in the morning in case he wanted it. So, part of my morning routine became cleaning out my butthole. Sure enough, one morning he called me in, and after I sucked him off for a while, he asked me to give him my ass.

"Can you do my pussy a little to warm me up?"

"Of course, El, but just a little."

I was already wet from sucking him and fingering myself, and he entered me easily. He did my cunny slowly for a few minutes, then pulled out and reached for the lube.

He pushed his slippery fingers into my ass, screwing me with them as I focused on relaxing and opening up. Then he pulled his fingers out, and I felt the head of his shaft press against my pucker. He pressed harder and harder as I willed myself to let him in. It hurt, but I was ready--and more importantly, I wanted it.

Suddenly, he was inside my butt, and within seconds, I felt his balls slapping against me as he thrust into me.

That painful pleasure hit again, and I loved it. The power he exuded as he took me was quickly sending me to a climax. My fingers worked fast in my pussy to get me there. It didn't take long. He was working hard to get himself off, and I responded to that animal power with desire for more and more of him.

Too soon, I felt his seed pulsing into me and dripping out of my ass. Feeling him cum inside me triggered my orgasm.

As I lay there resting, I decided that his dick in my ass wasn't much different from the toy. What was different was it was him instead of Mom. He was skilled at sex, giving and receiving pleasure. But Mom was my lover.

Cary was generous with his body but distant. A genius who'd risen from poverty to wealth through brains, he was nice-looking, kind, and good in bed, but always a nerd. He'd hit it big recently and bought this house.

We wondered why he relied on us--essentially sex workers--for companionship. "I like making love to him and talking," I told Mom. "He's nice, rich--he doesn't need to pay for it."

"I know, cariña, but... I'm glad he picked us. We need the money, he's nice, and he's likes us. So..."

"I know, Ma, it's just..."

Cary gave us plenty of orgasms and treated us like sexual goddesses when he made time, but for real lovemaking--sleeping together, cuddling at night--Mom and I relied on each other. That was fine; we loved each other deeply and showed it through lots of sex.

Still, I wondered about him. Though I might be just a "store-bought woman" to him, I wished we could be lovers.

One morning, after giving him my butt again and getting in return a powerful orgasm, he asked for coffee and bagels for both of us. We sat in bed, eating, and he opened up.

"You and Mila probably wonder why I don't have a girlfriend or wife and instead pay you two."

I looked at him, hesitant to speak, then said, "Maybe a little. You're rich and good-looking."

He studied me. "Yeah, I guess. I like you two and don't want you to think I'm weird or hiding something awful."

"We don't think that, Cary..."

"I know, but I want you to understand. I'm a tech nerd, through and through. I finished high school at 14, and college at 17. I never fit in, so I didn't date. I didn't learn how."

"That must've sucked," I said.

"Then I worked my ass off, got my PhD at 20. No time to romance women. I was a 19-year-old virgin when I first had sex with a woman, and it was someone I paid for."

"You couldn't slow down, could you?"

"Not really. I made a couple hundred grand a year out of school, worked for big tech firms for five years, and saved my money."

"With that cash, you must've attracted women," I said.

"Not really. I just worked--loved it, obsessed really. No time to socialize. Sometimes I bought a woman but mostly saved my money."

"I quit big tech, used my savings for research, and worked nonstop until six months ago, when my tech finally paid off and money flowed in. In all this period I had no time or cash to chase women --just bought them when I needed to."

I took his hand, feeling sad. "You must've been lonely."

"Yeah, I was. Now I'm rich and beautiful women chase me, but I don't know relationships. They seem like sharks, after my money. I want beautiful women like you and your mom, who let me be me--working a lot, and alone most of the time. This is the only way I know."

"I think we'd figured that out," I said. "You're with us when you need us, then you leave. But it's okay--Mom and I have each other. Maybe this can work."

"I hope so," he said. "I want us to be real friends."

I felt his warmth and need. I hugged him, resting my head on his chest. Yes, he'd bought us, but I believed we could be friends--and maybe lovers someday.

***

When working, Cary holed up in his office, texting if he needed something. Sometimes he got lonely and asked Mom or me to keep him company, often without sex--just wanting us near.

One afternoon, I got a text: "El, come in here." He didn't bother with politeness.

I was by the pool in bikini bottoms, listening to an audiobook. I walked in topless--no point dressing, as I'd likely strip again.

He stared at his computer--his "mind meld," I called it, recalling Spock from Star Trek reruns. He didn't look at me, so I sat, tits out, and waited. I was used to this.

Finally, he turned. "Can you massage my neck?"

"Sure, Cary."

I pulled off my shorts--I liked being naked when touching him--then removed his shirt, kissed his head, and grabbed massage oil. I worked it into his tight neck and back, easing tension. He relaxed after a while.

I oiled my boobs and rubbed them over his neck and back. My nipples hardened, digging into his skin. He liked that. Soon, he lost focus on the screen, and a bulge grew in his pants. I smiled.

I turned his chair to face me. His eyes were closed, peaceful. I unzipped his pants; he lifted his hips so I could pull them off.

"Thanks, Elly. I guess I need this."

"Hmm, you're welcome. I need it too."

I took his shaft deep, sucking and licking until it was hard. I swallowed it down my throat, working it in and out--breathing, then swallowing again. I bobbed faster over his pole. He moaned softly, stroking my hair. I moaned too, fingers on my clit.

I had this rhythm--five or six throat strokes, then licking the head while taking a breath. I could do this for a long while. His eyes closed, he smiled, relaxed, happy. I felt good, even thrilled, pleasing him as his beautiful whore.

My fingers pumped my pussy hard. I fucked his dick with my throat--in and out, lick, in and out, lick. He breathed fast. "He's close," I thought. I throated him faster. He gasped, shooting cum into my belly. I held his dick in my throat, letting it fill me. After a bit, he softened.

With his softening cock in my mouth, I rubbed my pussy and clit faster as my climax neared. I looked up--he smiled, nodding encouragement. My right hand pumped my pussy while my left rubbed my clit. My hips thrust, urging my pleasure to come. With a final thrust, the orgasm washed through me, wave after wave, until I relaxed, head on his lap, panting.

I smiled weakly.

"Thanks," he said softly. "Can you stay and keep me company while I work?"

I nodded, pulled on my shorts, curled up in the chair, and resumed my audiobook. Then I remembered and texted Carmen: "Hi Carmen, can you come to Cary's office? I made a mess on the floor again."

Carmen arrived with cleaning supplies, knelt, and wiped my cream off the rug. I smiled apologetically. "Gracias, cariña."

"De nada, Eliana."

She finished and left. Cary never looked up from his computer.

Watching Carmen leave, I couldn't stop thinking about taking her to bed. She didn't seem very experienced, but not innocent either. She often got off watching us screw around the house, pulling down her panties to pleasure herself. We all liked it when she watched and when we watched her.

***

One day, Mom and I went to the salon for Brazilians and asked Carmen along. She was nervous but admired our hairless, smooth look. She watched us first to know what to expect, then stripped and lay on the table. Uneasy about being naked with a stranger working on her vagina and ass, she relaxed as Mom held her hand, petted, and kissed her.

Afterward, we complimented her new look. She loved the feel but not the waxing. Lying on the table, she stroked her body.

"I feel so sexy. But it hurt."

"Yeah," I said, "but you get used to it."

A few days later, Mom said, "I think you have a crush on the little señorita. Maybe you should do something about it."

"I don't have a crush, Ma." I paused. "Well, maybe a little."

"Sí, I think so," she said. "I'm the only woman you've been with, and I'm your mom. It's natural to wonder how another pussy tastes."

"Yeah, but how would you feel if I did it with her? I don't want you to be jealous."

"But you're curious," she said.

"I guess. Aren't you?"

"I am," she replied thoughtfully. "So, maybe the three of us?"

I liked that. A few nights later, with Cary out of town, I texted Carmen: "Want to hang out with us?"

"Sí, yes," she replied with a heart emoji.

She appeared at our door in a sleepshirt reaching just past her panties. Mom and I wore only thongs. She'd seen us naked so often she didn't think anything of our nudity. Mom patted the bed and Carmen crawled up, lying between us. She seemed so small.

We chatted--mostly Carmen and me, being close in age. Mom listened a lot.

After a while, I said, "You can take your top off if you want. We're naked."

She hesitated, then nodded, pulled it off, and lay back. Her café-au-lait skin glowed, her small breasts perfectly formed with dark, quarter-sized areolas.

"Your breasts are beautiful," I said.

She smiled, looking down at them. "But small. Not like yours and Mila's."

She turned to Mom's breasts, inches away.

"So beautiful," she said softly.

"You can touch them," Mom said.

Carmen smiled shyly, stroked the side of Mom's left breast, then kept going until Mom took her hand, kissed it, and placed it fully on the breast.

Carmen squeezed. "Hmmm," she said. Mom stroked her hair as Carmen continued.

"Do you like women, Carmen? For sex?" Mom asked.

"Well, no. Not until now. I never knew anyone like you and Elly."

"You like us?" I asked.

She looked at me and nodded.

"Would you like to suck my nipple, like Eliana does?" Mom asked.

"Sí," she said, taking the large, dark nipple into her mouth.

Mom kept stroking Carmen's hair as I caressed Carmen's breasts. Surprised, she turned, smiled slightly, and returned to Mom's tit.

I caught Carmen's pussy scent--she was aroused. Her hand moved down, pushed aside her panty gusset, and stroked her clit with practiced fingers.

I was aroused too. I pulled off my thong and sucked Carmen's left nipple, taking much of her small breast into my mouth--delicate and soft. She wasn't surprised this time, nursing Mom while fingering herself. Her skin tasted sweet.

As I sucked, my hand explored her small body. She had very soft skin, and her abdomen was rising with excitement. I placed my hand on hers as her fingers slid in and out. "Can I do it?" I whispered. She nodded eagerly.

I slid my hand beneath hers and stroked her clit. She breathed faster, then reached to stroke mine. She let go of Mom's nipple and kissed me, her mouth and tongue desperate. We moaned together, kissing and fondling. Her breathing stopped as her first orgasm hit. I smiled as her body shook.

When she calmed, I asked, "Can I suck your clit?"

Dazed, she nodded gently. I moved down, drawn by her sweet, sexy scent. I pulled off her panties, and she spread wide as I knelt between her legs, licking her top to bottom, pressing my tongue deep into her hole. I took her clit in my mouth, flicking it. She shivered as I sucked hard, lapping her cream.

As I knelt over her pussy, Mom lifted my ass. She wore a double-headed strap-on and slid it into me. I smiled and returned to Carmen as Mom fucked me with the seven-inch silicone dick.

I moaned loudly, sucking and licking Carmen furiously. She had another orgasm as mine hit hard. I cried out, face in her pussy, riding my climax. Mom fucked me faster--she was close.

Carmen lay, eyes shut, mumbling, "Qué rico, qué rico, qué rico."

Mom climaxed, triggering my second orgasm. Carmen, spent from multiple climaxes, repeated, "Qué rico, qué rico."

We woke late, Carmen still between us. I got up to pee and brought back coffee. While I was gone, they'd hit the bathroom and returned. We drank coffee sitting up, side by side. My hand rested on Carmen's vagina like it was mine. We didn't know what to say, but things were changing.

We decided to eat. Mom and I put on short wraps, Carmen her sleepshirt--no panties. She rummaged in the pantry and fridge, assembling toast, fruit, and yogurt. As she reached for plates, her sleepshirt rose, exposing her perfect brown butt, sending a twinge through my groin. I looked at Mom--she felt it too.

After eating, we returned to our room, crawled naked onto the bed, and stroked and kissed Carmen. We made her get on her knees so we could admire her gorgeous ass. She purred as I spread her cheeks and rimmed her dark rosebud.

"Have you ever eaten a woman's pussy?" Mom asked.

"No, Mila," she said.

"Want to?"

"Sí," she replied with a shy smile.

"Good," Mom said, leaning against the headboard and drawing Carmen to her. Carmen stroked Mom's labia and fingered her clit.

"Kiss it," Mom said. Carmen gave it a long kiss. "Now use your tongue. Suck my clitty." Carmen obeyed. Mom stroked her hair, humming as Carmen devoured her.

I watched, petting Carmen's ass, stroking her labia, and exploring her butthole. I grabbed last night's double-headed strap-on. "Can I put it in you?" I asked, kissing her cheek. She nodded and returned to Mom.

I put on the strap-on, inserting my end into my pussy, then raised Carmen's butt and entered her kitty slowly. My end pushed deeper into me--it was heavenly. Seeing my dick pump her pussy, eyes on her fantastic ass, was hot. She grunted as I did her, my thrusts pushing her mouth into Mom's groin. Mom's eyes were closed, reveling in the young mouth.

The feeling in my pussy was intense as I hammered her, gripping her hips and slapping her butt cheeks with my hand. She moaned and whimpered under my assault, but I knew she loved it. Mom's eyes stayed on us, delighting in two beautiful women.

Soon, we all climaxed, then lay holding each other.

A few days later, Mom gave Carmen slutwear: thongs to replace her boring cotton panties; jeans and tights with cut-out bottoms to show her ass; a flared mini-skirted maid's dress; and small butt plugs.

We demanded she try the maid's outfit--black with white lace trim. When she bent over, her ass was fully displayed, hidden only by the thong string and red butt plug. Mom and I kissed and licked her ass, playing with the plug. She was shy about wearing it around Cary but wanted to. Mom said she should do it.

That afternoon, Carmen went to straighten up Cary's office while he worked, wearing the little maid outfit. Mom went in to talk to him at the same time. As he looked at Mom, Carmen was in his sightline, bending over and showing her ass. His jaw dropped. He said nothing to her, but when she finished, he made Mom suck him off.

Later that day, Carmen said to me, "Cary said maybe he'll start paying me more, for, you know, what you and Mila do."

I smiled, thinking how nice it would be if all four of us got tangled up in bed. "We're gonna need a bigger bed," I said to myself.

Cary wanted to try Carmen out. He sometimes liked having sex with us on the dining table while Carmen watched, like he did with Mom the first time. Carmen said Cary wanted to do that this evening, but that she wouldn't just watch. Mom and I loved Carmen and decided to dress her up for the evening.

A few weeks earlier, we'd browsed a costume shop and found a sexy Cleopatra-like costume. It featured a tiny bra, lots of shiny gold fabric, bangles, a headdress, and long front and back golden breechcloths reaching the knees. There were no panties, leaving the hips exposed. The colors complemented Carmen's brown skin.

Carmen loved it, and so did Cary when she walked in. Mom and I wore simple white togas exposing our right breasts. Cary wore a knee-length kimono.

As usual, the wine was delicious and was the focus of our enjoyment of the simple meal. Maria was a master of taking simple ingredients--mostly fruits, nuts, and vegetables--and elevating them to gourmet status. The food was tasty but couldn't match the wine. Between the four of us, we finished two bottles before a dessert of berry tart and coffee.

During the meal, we chatted and laughed about a musical we'd seen the night before--a local production of Rent. Toward the end, we tried unsuccessfully to sing a cappella versions of some songs. Then the talk turned to Carmen.

"How many men have you had sex with, Carmen?" Cary asked. "If you don't mind talking about it." Mom and I were curious too.

Carmen blushed but was willing to share. "Well, the first was two guys--my brother and his friend. Mamá was out, and they were drinking. His friend wanted to kiss me, and I didn't mind. But he kept kissing me and wanted me to touch him. After a while, I got scared and told him to stop, but he wouldn't. He told my brother to hold me while he lifted my skirt and pulled my panties down. My brother held me while he fucked me. Then he told my brother to fuck me."

"That was the first time, and I was scared, thinking I'd get pregnant. I would've complained, but I didn't want to get my brother in trouble."

"After that, my brother and I did it a lot, until he got a girlfriend. We always used a condom."

"Did you like it with your brother?" I asked.

"Sí, he was sweet and gentle with me, except that first time. He wouldn't let his friend bother me anymore after that."

"Mom caught us one afternoon when we thought she was gone. She told Daddy, who made me pull my pants down so he could punish me. He slapped my bare butt until I cried. But then he felt bad and made me sit on his lap and kissed me. I felt his dick get hard as I sat there. So, I wasn't surprised when he got into bed with me a few nights later. He wore a condom too."

"How old were you when this happened?" Cary asked.

"Oh, 18," she said simply. "It was kind of common where I lived. I knew girls a lot younger who were being passed around in their families. We all talked about it, us girls. I liked it sometimes and didn't think it was wrong."

I listened, stunned. In my upscale high school, nobody talked about this kind of thing. Like me, many girls graduated as virgins.

"And you had other men?" Mom asked. "What about women?"

"A few other men, yes, but just a few times. I kept it up with my dad and brother until I moved here."

"Did you ever do anal?" Cary asked.

"No, never. They thought it was dirty."

"And you," he continued. "What do you think about it?"

"I like watching you all do anal. Elly and Mila enjoy it a lot. So, I want to try it," she said, smiling at us.

"You want to try it with me?" he asked.

She lowered her head and nodded yes.

"Hmm," he replied. "Sit up on the table."

She came to him, and he boosted her up to sit on the edge. Then, as we watched, he kissed her and reached beneath the strip of cloth hiding her pussy. Mom reached behind her to undo her bra. They continued kissing as he fondled her breast.

"Small," he said, pulling at the nipple, "but perfect."

He took a nipple in his mouth as he continued stroking her muffin. I undid the thin belt holding up her breechcloth and pulled it away to see his fingers inside her, gently pumping her. He shrugged off his kimono and moved between her spread legs as she sat there.

"Stroke it," he said to her, and she took his cock in her hand. He moved closer, and she rubbed the head of his shaft against her pussy, sighing with her eyes closed. He pressed closer, and she guided his cock into her hole, then leaned forward and kissed him as her arms circled his neck.

Mom left and came back with the lube, setting it on the table for when they were ready.

He was now moving in and out of her fast, holding her butt with both hands while she held onto him, kissing his neck, his face, his head.

Mom and I moved to a small sofa near the table, let our togas fall to the floor, and played with each other as we watched.

Carmen moaned as Cary lifted her off the table and she wrapped her legs around him. She was small and light, and he held her up easily as he pounded her while she clung to his neck. Her orgasm came then, and she cried out as it took her. Still holding her, he kissed her as she clung to him, his cock still inside her.

Then he pulled out, set her down, turned her around, and bent her over the table. He took the lube and squeezed a good amount onto her waiting butthole, then poked two fingers into her and fucked her with them.

"Are you ready for my cock?" he asked quietly.

"Sí, Cary, I want it in me. I want it in my ass."

"Okay," he said and slowly pushed it into her. She cried briefly with the pain, and he paused. Then she looked back at him and nodded. He pushed again, and then he was inside her. He went deep and then stopped, looking down at her and caressing her perfect behind. Then he screwed her. It went on a long time. Mom and I stood beside him as he took her, whispering encouragement to the small woman and kissing and stroking her. The side of her face lay on the table, looking at me and smiling.

Cary seemed insatiable as his dick devoured her butt. Sweat ran down his body as he worked faster and faster, nearing his release. Carmen climaxed under this assault with a shudder and a squeal. Finally, he was done, burying his seed deep inside her.

Sometime later, we opened another bottle of wine to celebrate.

Carmen was now on the payroll like us--one of Cary's women.